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Last year during the holiday season, a very terrible thing happened to me. I could not find ANY of the Archway Holiday Cookie Collection’s Wedding Cake Cookies. This was a tragedy of epic proportions. Naturally, I brought my husband and everyone I knew into the search. I looked at every grocery store in the tri-state area, but no one had the Wedding Cake cookies. Usually my hopes would be temporarily raised when the cashier would direct me to the Archway Holiday Collection. “Sure, they are right over there.” The clerk would point to the familiar red display and I would be off and running. But my hopes would be crashed to smithereens when I would frantically claw through the Pffernuese, the Almond Crescents, and the gingerbread collections only to come up empty handed. “No Wedding Cake cookies.” I would say to my husband. I began to feel really sorry for myself. I even squirted a few tears when we traveled to a distant store in anticipation of finding some treasured cookies and I came up cookieless once again. “Have you ever TRIED the Almond Crescents?” My hubby asked, hopefully while a forlorn tear threatened to trickle out of my eye. My mood swung instantly from morose to angry. “ALMOND CRESCENTS” I screeched at that clueless man, “ARE NOT WEDDING CAKE COOKIES! THEY ARE RANCID! I HATE THEM!” Meanwhile my hunger for the Wedding Cake cookies grew and grew. I knew that I only had a small window of time between Thanksgiving and New Year’s to eat as many of the Wedding Cake cookies as I could. However, last year that number was ZERO. That’s right. ZERO. I NEVER found, not one tiny box of Wedding Cake cookies. Never mind that the year before I had eaten so many boxes of the delicious white snowy treats that I ended up post holiday with a 8 pound weight gain and bitterly blamed it on the Wedding Cake cookies. I was bereft. Despondent. Unhappy to the extreme. And very, very hungry. So imagine my great jubilation this week when I went into the local Winn Dixie and began what I felt was a fruitless search for the cookies. There, tucked way, way into the back of the display of holiday cookies were TWO boxes of Wedding Cake cookies. Naturally I bought them both. By 8 p.m. that night I had completely eaten one box (don’t judge me, a year of being without them had left me with a powerful hunger!) and had ripped the cellophane off the other. You see, I have no control around these little puffy treats. They are so light, so airy that they are like tiny clouds of sweet heaven. The cookies are like crack to a junkie’s system, and I knew I had to have more. Those two boxes would not last the week with me and I am the only one in the house who eats them. I started my quest again. This year, the results were not spectacular, but not as grim as last. At Publix I found 2 more boxes. Walmart did not carry them at all, and Piggly Wiggly was sold out. I looked sadly at the two and a half boxes of cookies and wondered how I could survive on such meager fare. At best, they would last the rest of the week. Worse case scenerio- they’d be gone that night. I told myself that it was better than last year when I had not even had one delightful powdered sugary bite, but my vision of filling my freezer with enough of the treats to ensure my 8 pound holiday weight gain could be extended well into summer vanished as quickly as the cookies into my ever expanding stomach. My search is not over, and I will not be fully satisfied until every box of Wedding Cake cookies in the area have made their permanent home in my house. God as my witness, I would not ever know the horror of another Wedding Cake cookieless holiday season again.
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